Sam Vs. The Impatient Agent

[likely_evil]

ooc: setting up a new verse here for some fluff!

Sam was working at his desk, trying hard to get the little wires on the watch he was working on soldered together. he had on the big soldering goggles and was biting his lip as he focused.

"You working on that for Agent 99?" Lloyd asked, pushing his wheeled chair behind him to look over Sam's shoulder.

"Yes..." Sam hissed, turning the tiny flame off before he burnt the wrong circuit and lifted the shield up from the goggles to look at his friend through them. He had been at CONTROL for about a month now, having been recruited from his day job at a Geek Squad desk in Baltimore's large Best Buy.

It was strange, but Sam had come to learn that almost all the intelligent people in this area worked "desk jobs" in "some office". If you were part of the club, people knew what you were talking about and could make jokes about the other agencies. Sam learned quickly he was part of the agency that tended to get made fun of the most - even if they did just save the President's life a few months back.

"Have you ever met her before? I mean, you're still new so..."

"99 is a girl?" Sam raised an eyebrow.

"Oh man, you haven't met her yet." Lloyd looked over at Bruce who was snickering a bit. "Word of advice: Don't piss her off."

"Is she that much of a bitch then?" Sam asked. Almost instantly there was a clearing of a throat and Lloyd paled and rolled his chair away, suddenly "busy" as Sam found himself staring at probably one of the hottest women he had seen in years.

"I take it you're Agent 99..." Sam said in his apologetic voice, reaching up to remove his goggles all of the way.

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[failuretotrust.livejournal.com]

"The world is never a safer place," she sighed. "I'm Agent 99, but you knew that."

[likely_evil]

"So if I was to ask you out for a cup of coffee and you had to give your name to the Starbucks guy, you'd tell him 99?"

[failuretotrust.livejournal.com]

She raised a brow and shrugged. "I'd probably tell him to stop trying because he doesn't have a chance."

[likely_evil]

"Even if he knew you'd have to keep coming back and he was a stubborn bastard that won't give up?"

[failuretotrust.livejournal.com]

"I'm good at ignoring annoying people. Look who my partner is after all." She leaned to his desk more to get off her feet. "But if I liked this coffee guy....I might just tell him he's welcome to call me whatever he likes," she smirked, not adding on the thought of in bed.

[likely_evil]

"Well, to do that he'd need to have her number to be able to call," Sam raised an eyebrow, his smirk taking on a sly look.

His mind wasn't that far from her ideas. Hell, if she asked he would jump.

[failuretotrust.livejournal.com]

She raised a brow back. "And if I wanted him to have it, he'd have it."

[likely_evil]

Sam just watched her a moment, trying to figure out if he should keep pressing or back off. Finally, the snickering he heard off the the side from Bruce and Lloyd made him take a deep breath and lean back.

"Fair enough. He's fairly certain that she'd have to come back another day for something else. As long as she doesn't explode, that is."

[failuretotrust.livejournal.com]

She looked between Sam and the other two boys and nodded. "I'm sure." She started fastening the watch around her wrist. "Thank you."

[likely_evil]

"No problem."

He nodded to her, the tips of his ears might be a bit pink because of the guys behind him.

[failuretotrust.livejournal.com]

She glanced around once more, before turning on her heel and heading towards her office. All the techs annoyed her, but that one....she wasn't sure.

[likely_evil]

Sam watched her go, paying particular interest to the sway of her hips before sitting back down. He leaned back in the chair and looked over at Bruce and Lloyd, who were just staring at him.

"What?"

"You have to teach us how to do that."

Sam just laughed and shook his head before going back to working on the next tech piece.

[failuretotrust.livejournal.com]

Later when 99 was trying to leave, she didn't quite get out one set of doors quick enough, and they closed on her long jacket. She groaned.

"Damnit." She tried tugging the jacket, but to no avail. And she couldn't reach the keypad either. Or her phone.

[likely_evil]

Sam had been working late and was heading out the door as well when he saw 99 in distress. Smirking to himself, he opened the door from the other side.

"Might want to get a shorter jacket," he teased gently.

[failuretotrust.livejournal.com]

She frowned, yanking the coattails to her legs. "I like this jacket."

[likely_evil]

"Well, I like the jacket too, but how often does this happen with you and doors?"

[failuretotrust.livejournal.com]

Her eyes narrowed, that stubbornness kicking in. "Not often at all." Okay, that was stretching it a bit.

[likely_evil]

"Uh huh. Maybe I could time the delay for a second longer on the door for you then, if you insist on the continued wearing of that jacket."

He gave her a playful smile.

"That is, if it's something you feel you need."

[failuretotrust.livejournal.com]

She bristled slightly at the smile and tone, but gave him narrowed eyes. "I can handle it perfectly fine on my own."

[likely_evil]

"Alright then."

He shrugged his shoulders, readjusting the bag on them before looking further down the hall. "Well, I guess we'd better get going."

[failuretotrust.livejournal.com]

She nodded and continued down the hall behind him. She was muttering to herself.

[likely_evil]

Sam closed his eyes a moment, trying to focus on what she was muttering, then smirked.

"You alright back there?"

[failuretotrust.livejournal.com]

She glanced up at his back. "I'm fine."

[likely_evil]

"You don't sound fine."

[failuretotrust.livejournal.com]

She came to a stop at the phone booth. It was a tight squeeze and she wasn't riding up with him. "Just get in."